Last night on my way home, there was an older fella in a super-expensive Mercedes who was all over the road. Dude, just because you own an expensive car doesn't mean you own the road. Anyway, he ended up behind me and he was one tailgatin' mo-fo.
I didn't hit the brakes... I just let off of the gas a bit, which really pissed him off.
When another lane opened up, he was quick to whip around me, giving me a dirty look as he did so.
And when I looked at him, all I could think was What's wrong with the side of your head?
When he got ahead of me, all was answered.
He had vanity plates that--I shit you not--said 1 EAR.
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